(I’m 18, fresh out of high school, and in my first job at a fairly high-end women’s clothing store. I’m going through racks, checking to make sure everything has a tag, when a mother comes in with her small daughter, who immediately starts talking to me.)
Girl: “Hi! I do dance, and gymnastics, and soccer! Soccer you go like this-” *she demonstrates a large kick* “-and dance you go like this!” *she jumps in a circle.*
Me: “That’s cool! I used to do that too, when I was your age.”
Mom: “I’m so sorry, she’ll talk your ear off.”
Me: “Don’t worry about it, I love kids.”
(She continues chattering with me for a little bit while her mom shops a few feet away.)
Girl: “Look how high I can kick!” *kicks almost up to her face*
Me: “Wow, that’s quite a kick! I wish I could do that.”
Girl: “I’m four years old, but I’ll be five soon, cuz that’s next.”
Me: “Yup, that’s right!”
Girl: *out of nowhere* “Do you have a boy or a girl?”
Me: “What? Do I have a boy or a girl?”
Girl: “Yeah!”
Me: *trying not to laugh* “I don’t have any kids, hon.”
(Her mom hears me say this and grabs her the girl’s hand.)
Mom: “(Girl)! We don’t ask people that! You’re being nosy!”
(At this point I can barely breathe trying not to laugh, as the embarassed mom dragged the girl off, as she questioned why it was so nosy. All my friends call me the mom of the group, and I guess even little kids pick up on that!)